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"We were livin' for the minute we were spinnin' in. Baby, we were a lot of things, but we weren't crazy..."

-Josh Gracin

Chapter 4

Sasha started her Psychologist job the following week.

It was more calls than she anticipated, and she found herself running around the park constantly. Some employees who had had accidents need therapy to help deal with stress, and others were in disputes with their managers or bosses. The disputes were easily settled, talking with the staff usually lessened tension and made people happier. Occasionally, there was a mentally handicapped person who managed to wander out of their group's sight, and Sasha was called to help until the group could be located. She was called everywhere from the park's opening time at six A.M., to closing time at eleven. Having random calls all over the park made it hard to get good meal times in. She had sat down for lunch with Owen twice since starting her job, and she only managed to eat part of a sandwich or bowl of soup before having to get on the move again.

Owen had been training the raptors more, and they were getting more unpredictable, though they did obey commands. When they hit three months, Echo had ran at Sasha one day when she arrived home, causing Sasha to slam the door to the house closed and call for Owen. When the pack's alpha had arrived, Echo backed off and watched Owen's hand signals as he commanded her to stand down. Truth be told, the raptors scared Sasha. A lot. It wasn't an unreasonable fear, considering the fact that they, at the size of a St. Bernard, could kill her without a second thought. But they weren't going after her all the time; only when she showed up unannounced would they screech and charge. Owen had told her they were working on a raptor enclosure currently, so the dinosaurs would only be in the house for another three weeks or so. It was a bit chaotic, and the raptors like to gnaw on anything they could get their claws on, to break off their baby teeth so the new ones could grow in.

"Delta, give me my boot!"

"Blue, get off the couch."

"Charlie, quit openin' the fridge."

"Echo, quiet your screechin'."

Sasha sat in a lawn chair on the porch, listening as Owen talked to the raptors from inside the cabin. She chuckled, and stood from her chair. She had been laying out, trying to tan a little more. It was Sunday, a 'slow day' for the park, (and by slow they meant around twelve thousand people instead of fifteen thousand), so Sasha didn't have as many calls as normal. Owen had just gotten back from checking on the raptor enclosure progress, and it was the first time he saw his wife actually relaxing since she started working. Walking into the house, she couldn't help but giggle at the sight. Owen was sitting on the couch, in a game of tug-of-war with Delta, who had the foot of one of his square-toed cowboy boots in her mouth, tugging playfully. The dinosaur seemed like it was getting frustrated that it couldn't get the boot, and started chattering angrily.

Blue, Charlie, and Echo were sitting on the ground in the corner, watching them with hard reptilian gazes. Blue in particular had a piercing gaze- Sasha had told Owen that she was always trying to figure people out; to discern whether or not they were a threat.

"Honey, I think the dinosaur is gonna win." Sasha said, watching as Owen grappled with the boot, trying to hold on. Owen looked up, not having noticed her presence until she said something. That was enough to give Delta a chance, and she gave a firm tug, making him relinquish his hold on the boot.

"Damn. Delta, want food?" Owen said, hoping she'd forget about her new chew toy. Sasha sat on the couch next to him as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a ziploc bag with bacon in it. He waved it and all four came running over, Delta dropping the boot right in front of him. Owen snatched it up, and put it behind him. "Eyes up." The raptors all focused on his closed hand, and watched intently. "Ok, down."

The raptors had been taught 'down' when the tent was still big enough. 'Down' was the command Owen used to get them to lay in the corner under the tent. Now, they all would just run and tumble over each other into the corner.

"They're still listening really well." Sasha commented. Owen leaned back.

"Yeah, but they're getting… wilder. They're developing more hunting instincts. When I woke up they were watchin' us. Had us cornered. I thought I could give them another couple weeks but they're maturing faster now. I wish the scientist had warned me how fast they grow up." Owen told Sasha, his last sentence laced with malice. She recognized his distaste for the scientists instantly. Ever since he rescued the raptor eggs, he had a bit of hatred brewing for them.

"How's the enclosure going?" Sasha asked. Owen draped an arm across the back of the couch, pulling Sasha to him with the other. She laid her head against his shoulder, tracing the puckered scar from Echo that she could feel through his shirt.

"Good. The raptors can probably be moved there in around four or five days. There's the man in charge of the construction and habitat, Barry, who's a good guy. But there's a couple of interns who don't have common sense." Owen said, playing with the ends of Sasha's hair.

"I'm sure they'll come around. Just don't scare them off." She looked up at Owen, whose face was twisted into one of innocence.

"Scare them off?" Owen questioned. Sasha rolled her eyes, sitting up and placing a hand on his thigh.

"You can be a little intimidating to new workers. Did you know that Frank was scared of you when he was an intern and you were in charge of the Dilophosaurus?" She asked. Owen furrowed his brow.

"Frank… Do I know a Frank?" He rubbed his chin.

Sasha raised an eyebrow. "Short, black hair, big glasses?"

Owen smiled as if remembering a good time. "Oh, yeah. Squirt. Nice guy. The Dilo didn't like 'im though."

Sasha shook her head with a chuckle. "And is that why you were mean to him?"

Owen shrugged. "Animals are good judges of character."

/JURASSIC WORLD\\

Later that week, it was time to release the raptors into their new enclosure. Sasha was happy to have their house back to just the two of them, but she would miss having the little- well, large now- reptiles running around. She could tell Owen was going to miss them too. He had been dragging all morning, and when it finally came time to load the raptors into the transport truck, he hesitated, but kept going. The new enclosure was a little less than a mile down the road from their house, so it wasn't extremely far since Owen would be working with them still. When they arrived, the driver back up the truck to the entry gate.

"Ready?" Sasha asked, unbuckling her seatbelt and squeezing Owen's hand.

"Yeah I guess." He sighed, undoing his and following her out the door.

"Owen, they're gonna be fine." Sasha assured him. Owen nodded.

"I know. It is gonna be really quiet at home. And empty" He commented. Sasha agreed, following him to the back door of the truck. "But, an empty house isn't always a bad thing." Owen nudged Sasha playfully.

Sasha raised an eyebrow, setting her aviators over her eyes. "Down boy."

When they reached the back of the truck, Owen slid the door up, revealing the four raptors. Despite their ferocious expressions, he could see the fear in their eyes. "It's alright girls." He said, holding out bacon strips to coax them out of the trailer and into their new habitat. Sasha watched from behind Owen, not having enough room between the truck and the fence to stand next to him.

The raptors hopped out of the truck, chittering with curiosity and cocking their heads. Owen nodded towards the habitat, and the raptors seemed to communicate with each other again before taking off towards the trees and exotic plants. Sasha set a hand on Owen's back, and stood on her toes, resting her chin on his shoulder. "They still listen to you."

Owen nodded, "They always will, I hope."

/JURASSIC WORLD\\

Owen and Sasha laid in bed later that night after realizing how nice an empty house really could be. Sasha was laying on her back, Owen's muscled body draped over her own, lips laying soft kisses down her neck. She arched her back against his body as Owen brought his lips back to hers.

"Mmmm…" He muttered against her lips. Owen moved his head, pushing his nose against her neck.

"What?" Sasha murmured, running her hands through his hair gently. Owen nuzzled her hair, breathing deeply.

"You smell good."

Sasha laughed, running her hands down his chest. "Owen, I smell like sex and sweat."

He shrugged. "I like it. Kind of… sexy." Sasha rolled her eyes.

"You are one of the strangest men I've ever met, Mr. Brady." She said, pushing his hair away from his forehead. He smirked down at her.

"You love it."

"Can't deny that."